Page 47 of Due Process
Chapter 26
STELLA
I was a shivering, blissed-out mess, unable to stand, let alone walk to my bed.
Curtis was… He wasperfect.
I had been desperate for him, absolutely fucking feral for his touch. I couldn’t hold back any longer, triggering my forward approach. And I wasn’t mad about it.
I wished I could blame my lack of restraint on the alcohol, but when I fully roused on that bathroom counter, I was stone-cold sober and buzzing with a different type of intoxication.
Then, Curtis gave in—he stroked and licked me, his expert touch causing my nerve endings to spark thermonuclear from the overstimulation.
I had lost count of how many times my best friend had made me come. His tongue and fingers managed to rip every inch of pleasure from my shattered bones.
Yet, he didn’t stop there. He was extremely sexy and unapologetic as he took and demanded, as utterly ravenous for me as I was for him. His attention was so all-consuming that I lost my way, only to be caught by him.Again and again.
And as I found release that final time, I knew I had to return the care and affection he had so freely given me.
I tugged on his hair, and he raised to stand at my silent command. His chin was glistening, and his eyes were so dark and sultry that I didn’t hesitate to pull him closer, capturing his lips with mine.
He reciprocated the claim, his mouth shaping against my own as if it should always have been there.
With a stealthy hand, I traced my fingers downward, descending past his waist to wrap around his cock.
I whimpered, the sound embarrassing, yet I couldn’t bring myself to give one single fuck. Just from the shape of him, I knew he had ruined me for any other.
Then, everything slowed when Curtis detangled my firm grip and laced his fingers with mine, cutting off my touch. Our passionate kiss naturally tapered off as our chests panted in alignment.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured, his desire-soaked voice contrasting with his words.
“But. You gave meso much.I want to give you—”
He raised a thumb to trace against my lower lip, his cheeky smirk peeking through. “That’s not why I did it, baby. Tonight’s not about me.”
Old insecurity began to creep in.Why did he stop? Does he not want me? Does he regret crossing that line?
“Y-you don’t want me?” I asked, the treacherous thought managing to bypass my filter.
“Fuck, baby,” Curtis said before he pushed his throbbing cock against my slit. The only barrier was his jeans that caused a delicious friction. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”
He continued a slow, torturous rotation of his hips, as if hejustcouldn’t stop, his covered length growing impossibly harder—a physical manifestation of how bad he wanted me.
Curtis shuddered. “I’ve already come in my pantstwicejust from the taste of you. You want me to do it again?”
“I’d rather you do it inside me.”Who am I?
He cursed under his breath, our foreheads bumping together as he shook his head. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you, Stella Foster. I’m not fucking this up by shoving my dick in prematurely.”
“But—”
He cut off my words by pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, his short exhales puffing against my skin.
“You’re not ready for all of me, baby.”
“Curt?”
“Because that’s what I want from you.All of you.Your body, your soul, everything in between. I can’t just settle on a quick fuck, no matter how mind-blowing it would be. You’re going through a lot of change, my brave girl, and I don’t want to take advantage of that.”
